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A stranger I've just met, a woman who I hardly know at all and should forget [CLOSED]

Who: Mina and Castiel
What: Either a date or an exercise in poor decision-making
Where: A pub
When: The end of monster week (back-dated)
Notes: None
Warnings: None yet

Mina made it a point to arrive at the pub earlier, after doing a cursory job of tidying up a bit. She had managed to wash most of the blood off of her, but she was hardly as put-together as she usually liked. The sleeves of her purple button-down were rolled up, her collar unbuttoned, her tie untied. Normally, she liked to be meticulous with her appearance (perhaps due to so many years of having to hide certain parts of her body) but the onslaught outside had set Mina's priorities, if nothing else. Quite frankly, she hated the idea of leaving her first aid station, but she had to feed and meeting with Castiel gave her a reasonable alibi. Fortunately, she had found a few volunteers to mind the shop.

After quickly scanning the room, and making sure that she had arrived first, Mina sidled up to the bar, ordering herself a drink. She took whatever it was that passed for blood around here, having it mixed with copious amounts of alcohol to mask the smell and the texture. She'd call it a 'Bloody Mary' or something. Extra virgin. Although that would apparently offend the Hellsing people.

Taking a sip, she sat down, resting her elbows on the bar, watching the door. What new surprises lay in store tonight, she wondered. Castiel clearly had some kind of agenda. No man ever called her beautiful without having some kind of agenda. Furthermore, she wondered what he was. If he came from 2014, or whatever, and remembered the 20's, he was something other than Human. But what? He hadn't recognized her subtle hint about the Mekhet, so clearly not a Kindred.

If nothing else, it would be interesting...

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Well, that sounded rather dull. Of course, Mina was the sort of person who was always on the move, always flitting from one assignment to the next, enjoying herself with a lavish lifestyle. Then again, she had become somewhat detached from humanity recently. She supposed that owed much to the fact that she had spent the last fifty five years or so either on duty, or else going from Court to Court, looking for Jacqueline. For better or for worse, that situation was now reversed.

"Well, the twenties were nothing special in my opinion," she said dryly. "Of course, I spent most of them with my asshole, speak easy operating ex, so my view might be a little bit tainted."

"I can see how a lost flame might dissuade a good decade," Cas responded in light while leaning his chin into his hand. "But I'm more fond of simpler times, if any time could be called such."

A flame? Funny, since Mina occasionally considered lighting Doyle on fire. But that was neither here nor there. Still, she smiled slightly.

"I don't think a single period of human, demon, or supernatural history could ever truly be considered simple," she said. "Life is always complicated, although, admittedly, I speak through a slightly biased point of view. Although I'm not always so on paper, I am a woman." She shrugged. "When we're delegated to the sidelines of history, we have a better view, sometimes."

Cas only smiles. It makes sense. Mina is a bright and together woman with a lot of experience in and with the world. It makes her a good conversationalist. "Women are much more than what your period orchestrated them as, men. You're the producers of life, and..." he trailed off. "Stronger in many aspects than a mere mortal man could hope to be."

Oh yes. He would make the ideal Crone. Assuming, of course, that he meant what he said. There was always the possibility that he didn't, of course. "Either you're extremely enlightened," she said with a bit of a lazy smile, "or else you want something." She paused. "Or both, I suppose. No one is just one thing."

"Both works," he wouldn't be lying to himself when it came to wanting to spend a night with her but he knew most weren't as loose about it as he was used to. The end of the world really nixed inhibitions.

"A refreshing response. You should hear some of the bullshit the men in my...circle, for lack of a better word, use." She took another sip of her drink. "Under normal circumstances, I'd spend the next hour or so pestering you with probing questions until I found out what it was that you wanted." She set down her drink. "Thank God these aren't normal circumstances."

A moment's pause. "Is that offensive to you?" she asked curiously. "If I speak of God? In all honesty, I'm a lapsed Anglican with hedonistic and pagan inclinations. Some people get offended."

Cas looks almost touched at her admission toward religion but only bows his head a little in response. "I'm used to it."

Mina tilted her head to one side, a bit perplexed by his response. "Everyone gets used to uncomfortable things. Like bad smells or sexism. If you ask me to stop, I'll stop. Just don't tell Demirovna. I rather enjoy tormenting her, but that's our own private game."

Crone. Crone. Crone. Crone.

"Forgive me for saying it but...you just seem so..." She struggled for a moment to find the proper word. He seemed to be everything that the Kindred were not. Unless he was a nutter, but Mina found herself inclined to believe most of what he said. "...open." Yes, that was a proper word for him. He seemed incredibly open.

"Well, eventually you get past yourself," he said with a slight roll of his head on his neck. "It stops being of use to be judgmental."

"Judgmental?" That made her feel a bit uncertain. "I'm not quite sure what you mean by that. If your purpose is to...help demon hunters...doesn't that mean you're required to be constantly making judgments?"

"Maybe once," he replied in utter honesty. Before he'd been more than pious. Humanity and being knocked down a few proverbial pegs brought him some humility. "Not so much anymore."

Mina watched him quietly for a moment. "Do you miss it?" she asked finally, catching his gaze with her blue-green eyes. "Do you miss the life and the power you used to have?"

Someone once asked Mina if she missed her mortal life. She had been surprised by the question initially. Her immediate response was no. She didn't miss being human at all. Except for sunshine, of course. Sunshine and fresh baked bread. Sunshine, fresh baked bread, and sailing. Sunshine, fresh baked bread, sailing, and Tom. And suddenly, for a brief instant, she missed everything about it.

She shook her head. "I'm sorry. I keep asking you all these personal questions. What must you think of me?"

"I think questions get answers and they are the query of an intellectual mind," Cas said flat out with no need to think about it or dwell on the topic whatsoever. "And yes, I miss it."

With a slight nod, Mina pulled back, both intellectually--as he put it--and physically. She understood well enough and despite her typical amusements, knew better than to bait a bear. "I'm so sorry," was all she said, giving him a truly sympathetic look.

"It's true what they say, fate is a cruel mistress and Atropos is crueler than most."

"Atropos?" Mina said with a hint of a smile. Crone. Crone. Crone. Crone. "Well, she'll find good company here, I think. I recently met a gentleman who informed me that he was Apollo, the god of prophecy."

Cas looks touched for a moment but says nothing, "This place is just a cultural melting pot, isn't it?"

"A cultural melting pot," she repeated, testing out the words on her lips. "I think I like that. If nothing else, perhaps you could find work as a poet."

She smiled slightly. "I tried my hand at poetry once. I wasn't terribly good."

Yeah. Serious disaster.

"It's actually a very common phrase," he said with a smug looking grin. "Writing isn't really my strong suit either."

"A common phrase in your time," she said, teasing him. "I'm still adjusting to the fact that no one around here uses the word 'zozzled' in a bar to refer to a drunken idiot." Among other things.

Vaguely, she wondered if former angels got zozzled.

"Not a poet, then? Well, what do you do for amusement?"

He leans in unknowingly and his hand that was on the table slides back over toward his glass. "Sex, mostly."

Well. That was both brutally honest and a bit unexpected.

"I suppose," Mina said slowly, watching him carefully, "that would explain your network post about orgies."

Vaguely, Mina found herself wondering if that was the reason she had been invited on this little escapade. She bristled to think that Castiel was anything like Doyle. But maybe he was. Maybe all men were the same really. Unless they were insane. And that was a particularly depressing thought.

"Well, I'm sure you could make a fine occupation of it in some of Baedal's red light districts."

"Solicitation isn't really my forte," Cas replied with a mock smile while leaning to one side. "I prefer the act to be both consensual and freeing."

"Well, I'm not much of an expert on the subject."

Mina frowned thoughtfully, resting her temple against her fingers. "Forgive my ignorance. My knowledge of the monotheistic religions is sadly lacking. But it seems to me that what you're saying goes rather against everything the priests used to shout about on Sundays."

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